All language subtitles for heartbeat_s08e20_all_in_the_mind

Heartbeat, why do you miss when my baby
kisses me?

Heartbeat, why does a love kiss stay in
my memory?

Well,

I thought you were great. Thank you.

The best thing I ever did, joining the
judo club.

Well, you're definitely somebody who
needs some self -defence skills.

You think so?

Yeah, well, anyone can see how helpless
and defenceless you are.

You were playing, right?

So watch it. I'm a killer when I'm
around me.

Gotcha.

Did you do that? Uh -huh.

Never mind.

You show me later.

Well,

probate's gone like a dream.

You should be out of the hospital at any
day now.

Last wills and testaments.

I thought you'd prefer me to come here
rather than drag you down to the office.

Thanks. There's one other thing.

Neil sent this.

It arrived just after he died.

It's a bit cryptic, but...

It seems he was interested in setting up
some kind of educational trust.

Any idea what it was about?

No.

I really can't imagine why he wrote
this.

Well, I thought you should know about
it.

Thank you.

So how are you finding it back at work?

Fine. What will you do? Stay on here?

Delta, Alpha 2 -4 receiving.

Just had a report of a road accident a
mile outside of Otterley. Anyone hurt?

No. Driver said he was the only vehicle
involved, but the car's still blocking

the road.

Look, Phil, I'm a good half hour away
from Otterley. Can't one of you lot

it? Alpha's out.

I'm far too busy.

Rushed off me feet, in fact.

Right, well, thanks.

Well, well, well.

It's the man himself.

How are things, Mr. Blakeson?

Gone up in the world since you retired?

Or is it down?

Don't push your looks, Ego.

You, a shopkeeper.

Heard about it.

Just didn't believe it.

What are you doing back here, anyway?

You been here in Aidensfield?

You heard.

Just patting through, I hope.

What I do and where I go is no business
of yours.

Take care now, Mr. Shopkeeper.

Hey, it's Nina.

That character they left just now, the
one with the trophy hat?

Yeah, what about him? Did you speak to
him?

Well, I need to tell him that Claude
wasn't here.

Greengrass. I should have guessed.

What do you mean you're not going to
move it?

You've got traffic backed up there to
Weatherby.

Where's your camera?

Come again?

Photographic evidence, isn't that what
they call it?

I'm sorry you lost me there, Mr...
Draper. Mr Draper.

Evidence of what exactly?

Dangerous driving your book. Said
dangerous driving my foot.

Had a tyre bust on me. Look, you've got
to get the lead.

Yeah, all right, just hang on a minute,
please.

Shall we start again? Look.

I'm on my way to Leeds to see a
customer, right? Tire burst, and I end

this ditch, but no harm done.

So I walk to find a phone. A long walk,
call a garage, and while I'm at it, let

the police know what's happening, right?

Good citizen and all that.

Right. When I get back, I find one of
your mates sitting here waiting for me.

A police officer showed up here.

Aye? Right, little Nazi.

Says I'm going to be prosecuted. Can you
believe that?

You didn't happen to get his police
number by any chance?

No, but he gave me his name.

Ventris. PC Ventris.

I was nowhere near Otterley.

You've been out of the station all
morning.

In Ashfordly.

What else did he say?

Well, that you arrived on a police
motorbike and behaved like a... a right

little Nazi.

That sounds like me.

Well, what then?

Some friend of yours with a weird sense
of humour.

Have you said out of credit about this?

Not yet, no.

Well, take your time. I shall have to
look into this.

Well, I don't know about that, Alf. A
motorist makes a complaint and I haven't

filed a report.

Only for a day or two.

OK. What exactly happened?

Well, I was just sitting here, dozing
off, when I heard this great scream.

From across the road?

No, no, from the telly.

Some poor lass being hounded by a
prowler.

Just like that time we had a mystery
prowler on the loose round here. Have I

ever told you about that?

I think so, Mrs Charlie.

Everybody said he was a stranger, out to
ravish every poor female in sight, but

he wasn't, and I told them so.

Ted Loftus from number 44.

Gone funny in the head.

and out stalking cats every night
because they're taken against them.

So it was a false alarm at Meadowside?

Ah, what was it?

I thought a man take a woman in there
and not willing, if you take my meaning.

I think I've heard these sort of stories
from you before, Mrs Talley.

Ah, well, all in the mind, is it? That's
what you think.

Well, I was going to call the police,
but I didn't bother.

They never listen either.

Useless lot.

Hello,

George. Morning, Claude.

You all right?

Not bad. What brings you to this neck of
the woods?

Proposition for you, Claude.

Very tasty.

Good morning.

No rich.

What is it this time?

Hosses? No. Too many crooks in that
game.

Takes one to know one.

What is it then?

Ferrets!

Ferrets?

Racing ferrets.

Meet Bonnie and Clyde.

Pay particular regard to Bonnie.

She's about the fastest thing in full
ferret legs.

What's his name?

Clyde? Clyde? No.

Useless. He's about as lively as a
legless tortoise. But Bonnie likes his

company. She gets nervous, see.

I'm not surprised having you as an
owner.

And I suppose you coming to see me has
got absolutely no to do with the fact

that there's an open race meeting the
other side of Ashfordly next week.

Get ahead of me as usual, cloak.

I'd like to know what's occurring.

Does the name Boy Brydon ring a bell?

Brydon? He's got a view, Bob, doesn't
he? Likes a bit of a gamble.

He'd lay odds with my son coming up
tomorrow if he could find a taker. But

passion is ferret racing.

Cheers. Cheers.

Yeah, you don't pull faces like that.
That's my best parsnip wine. That's pure

vintage, that, George.

That's something you wash the tractor
in, then.

So, what's he do?

He's a travelling electrical fitter or
something.

Well, he's obviously made quite an
impression, hasn't he?

Yeah, he's great.

He's the best thing in my life since.

Yeah?

The last best thing in me life.

Hiya. Hiya, Tina.

I'm not interrupting anything, I'm not.

Yeah? In fact, we were just talking
about you.

Mike Bradley, me Doug Bullen. Oh,
pleased to meet you. Gina's mentioned

name. Likewise.

I knew it had to be more than Tudor
taking Gina's to Whitby so much.

Yeah. Well, now you know.

So, where are you from?

Oh, I'm... He's from Ashfordly, where
his family moved down to Kent when he

a kid.

She knows me better than I know myself.

I'm putting Bonnie against Brighton in
the Challenge Cup.

But to get good odds, she's got to be
entered as an outsider, see?

And my face is too well known.

Do I get the impression you want me to
enter her?

Right.

You enter Bonnie, and you place the bets
using my money.

We'll take Brian to the cleaners.

Sounds lovely, that, George. Just one
sort of little thing missing out.

How much do I get out of it?

I will give you 25 % of what I get.

nearly a quarter in it.

I think you've persuaded me.

operator.

Can I make a reverse charge call to
Stratford?

Do you think it might have been an
abduction?

I can't swear on it, Sarge.

Or maybe a domestic squabble spilled out
onto the streets in Aidensfield?

Possibility. Which you've checked?

Well, not yet.

Then do so.

Ventress, I've had a formal complaint
passed down from Division.

A member of the public who says you've
verbally abused and intimidated him.

It wasn't me, Sarge.

There's another piece of Ventress
working out of active illustration, is

No. An imposter.

It's true, Sarge.

I was going to hand this in.

Took your time with this, didn't you,
Bradley?

Sorry, Sarge.

So, what else do we know about the
second PC Ventress?

Well, he's youngish, rides a police
motorcycle and knows his way around

procedure. Someone with a grudge against
me, maybe.

A grudge against you, Ventress?

Heaven forbid.

Right, Bradley, Bellamy, get stuck in.

Ventress, you'll take over the routine
duties here on the station.

I'm already working on the case, Sarge.

One Ventress is enough for any case, I'd
say.

Wouldn't you?

It's only me.

Hello. I saw your car outside.

I'm just seeing what needs doing before
I move back in.

Well, if you need a hand... Oh, yes.

Thanks.

I thought you might show up in the pub
last night.

In fact, I can't remember the last time
I saw your face in there.

Well, I'm still floating things out.

Fair enough.

How do you feel, then? You know, the
baby?

Oh, fine.

Er... You haven't told anybody about it,
have you, Gina?

No. That's for you to announce.

Or not.

Whatever you want.

Yeah, I'd like to keep it that way.

Thanks.

OK. Right.

One more time.

Ready?

Steady.

Go!

I can tell you people, they were the
devil's children.

Run in, begin their evil doing.

One is the afternoon, downstairs and
away.

They robbed a store and hightailed out
of town.

29 seconds.

What's the fastest you've timed one of
Brydon's?

31. Should be fast supposed then,
shouldn't it? As long as everyone's

the plan.

Don't worry, George, I won't let you
down.

Of course you won't, Claude.

It's a good job we're not back in yours.

Thanks.

Goodbye.

Well, according to Mr Draper, it was
definitely a Francis Barnett police

but there was no radio on it.

Well, he can't have been listening in to
the police frequencies, then. What do

you think, Alf?

He was listening in.

Well, how could he have been? There was
no radio on the bike.

How else could he have got there so
quickly?

Where would he have got the gear from? I
mean, uniform, bike?

It could be legitimate surplus stuff.
We'd better check out all the local

suppliers. Alf, does Craddock know
you're beavering away on this?

No. Well, don't push your luck.

I want to see Craddock eat humble pie.

Go down well with my boiled eggs.

I heard the car drive off, and then ten
minutes later, back again.

So I looked out.

I couldn't believe my eyes.

I saw him hauling her into there again.

Hauling who, Mrs Chalmers?

The woman.

That poor lass, he's got locked up in
there somewhere, in one of the bedrooms.

And that's the truth of it, Nurse
Bolton.

Police issue.

Well, if you can check your notes, that
would be fantastic.

Are you receiving? Over.

Ashfordly Police.

Go ahead, Control.

Telephone report times at 3 .14pm of a
smash and grab at Longman's Garage, two

miles west of Curlby.

Instructions are to proceed at once and
investigate.

Over. Message received and understood.
Over and out.

You got the buyer's name?

Thank you.

I'm just popping out.

Right, Al.

Address? I see. Do you know anyone else
who sells, uh, police gear?

1963. Francis Barnett, ex -police. Sold
at auction in Leith three months ago.

Uh, look, um, thanks very much for your
help.

Great. Uh, did you get the buyer's name?

Yeah. Mr. Brian Tatlow.

Well, that sounds promising, Phil.

Well, that was the good news. The bad
news is the buyer's not local. The

is Rochester.

Mr Greengrass?

Yeah, I'm in here, David.

Where's Bonnie and Glad?

They're in the bar.

I want you to keep an eye on them. I
don't want to happen to them.

All right.

What's all that, then?

I've got a few bob of my own money on,
but don't say out about it to George,

otherwise he'll knock something off our
cut.

Hey, will you put this one for me, then?

Have you got some?

Yeah, I've got a bit.

I must be paying you too much.

Mr Longman.

If you've come to apologise for your
mate, forget it. You've had a visit from

the police officer.

Uniformed thug, more like.

Hang on. Hang on nothing.

That's all I've got to say to your
superiors.

Now hop it.

Was his name PC Ventress?

He's a police imposter, Mr Longman.

Hello, Mike.

Could I have a word?

Sure.

Let's see.

Holidaymakers rent the house opposite
Mrs Chalice, only they're not

holidaymakers.

They're kidnappers. No, or was it white
slavers?

I know how it sounds.

Maggie, I've got to file this bid on Mrs
Chalice. I've lost count of the...

The killers, the bank robbers and the
sex fiends who somehow managed to turn

in her backyard.

I can't help feeling this is different,
Mike.

Why? Well, for a start, she told me, not
you.

I've had a look at the place.

There's something not quite right.

OK, um, do you remember the name of the
people renting it?

Um, Mr Arlott, Mrs Chalice said.

She rang the estate agent who's handling
the let.

I think you ought to speak to her.

Sure. Here you go.

This might look to end up with someone
running a bar.

Well, you don't have to hang around here
waiting for me to finish, you know.

What else am I going to do?

Well, you could always stay at home and
read a book.

I'm well out of books.

Or watch telly, then.

I'd rather watch you.

Hiya, Mike.

Hiya. Look, someone over there's been
looking for you.

Yeah? Yeah, he said he'd call round to
see you today.

Right.

I'm sorry, Jack, I've been... OK.

Whiskey? Yeah.

And a gin and tonic, Gina. Right.

This is Doug.

Oh. Nice to meet you. Hi.

Hi, I'm Mike Bradley, the village
constable. You wanted to see me.

Yeah, right.

It's about a missing person.

I'm sorry, and your name is?

Jimmy Weston. It's about my girlfriend,
Julie.

I could say she's missing.

She just vanished from our place days
back.

And, uh, what's that?

Um, a commune, sort of. But she rang me
and she said she's been held against her

will.

Um, when did she call?

Last night.

From a public phone just here in
Aytersfield.

Um, her name's not Arlott, by any
chance.

Yeah, it is, yeah.

Is it someone you know, Mike?

No, um, no. But I do think I know where
she might be being held, Mr. Weston.

Come on.

Uh, just one thing.

She's pregnant.

About seven months gone.

All right, well, we'll get Maggie on the
way.

Don't worry, I'll explain later. Come
on.

Mr. Arlott!

Mr. Arlott!

Yes? DP Mike Bradley.

I'd like to speak to your daughter,
please.

My daughter?

Yes, we have reason to believe she's
being held against her will. Now, I'd

to speak to her, please.

Well, I didn't say she was here.

Just wait there a second, Jim.

It's all right.

I want to get out of here, please.

All right, stop breathing.

Come on.

Keep breathing. Let's go and lie down.

Jackie, can you get my bag? I don't want
to stay here.

No, come on.

Come and lie on the bed.

Keep breathing.

When's the baby, do you?

Not for another six weeks.

When did you last see the doctor?

I don't know. A few months ago.

All right, then.

Jackie, can you stay with her for a
minute? Yes, yes.

Mike.

Can you call the hospital and tell them
to alert the premature baby unit?

Is she going to be all right? It's not
the mother I'm worried about.

It's the baby.

Julie's fine, but it'll be some time
before she's out of here.

And the baby?

He's very ill.

His lungs aren't working properly.

What, he will recover?

It's called respiratory distress
syndrome.

For premature babies, it can be fatal.

When can I see Julie?

I think she's seen enough of you for
some time, don't you, Mr. Arlott?

I was trying to help my daughter.

Oh, really?

She should have had some proper
antenatal care and then things may not

wrong. But you never gave her that
chance, did you?

If you'd only left her where she was.

You're no better.

Julie told me.

You kept her stuck in some godforsaken
commune.

Some chance of proper antenatal care in
a place like that, right?

You're both as bad as each other.

You're equally to blame for what's
happened to that baby.

How long do you intend to keep her
locked up, Mr Arnott?

A day? A week? A month? I don't know.

As long as it took for Julie to see
where her best interest lay.

Even though she was pregnant and above
the age of consent?

Well, I was doing what I thought was
best for my daughter.

She'd left home, you see.

Ran away.

I never stopped trying to find her. And
when I finally did...

She was pregnant, living in a filthy

commune with a hippie.

It happens.

Spirit of the age, Mr. Arlott.

Easily said, Sergeant.

But would you leave your only child in a
situation like that?

Well, I certainly wouldn't abduct her
and keep her against her will.

And I felt close to giving birth.

I had to do it.

Weston was planning to leave the
country.

How do you mean?

He'd signed up to take a coachload of
hippies to Kathmandu next

week.

He was planning to take Julie with him.
I had to get her away.

It was just until he'd left the country.

Julie is all I've got left in this
world.

I had to help her.

know how to do it, I suppose.

Oh, hello, David.

Mr. Blaketon.

I need to take some money out, please.

All right.

You know, I've seen these before.

Oh, yeah, right.

They're Mr.

Greengrass's.

Really?

Not George Seagull's?

I never said that.

So, tell me about them.

Oh, right, well, yeah, that one there,
now, that's Bonnie. Now, she's very

special.

Now, why is Bonnie so special?

Because she's a flyer.

Now, that means that she's a champion
racing ferret.

And what do they race for, packets of
nuts?

Oh, no, there's an absolute fortune in
it.

Come on, David, you're having me on. I
mean, who would bet good money on

Well, Boy Brydon would, for one.

Boy Brydon?

Who's he?

Well, he's that rich farmer from
Norfolk. He... Oh, I'm sorry, Mr

Bladeson. Sorry, no, I think I've said
all I can on this now.

Well, you haven't told me yet where I
could enjoy ferret racing like other

members of the public.

But don't you worry.

I'll just have to ask.

No, no, please don't do that, because
this is going to take it all the wrong

way.

Well, then, it'll just have to be out of
a secret, won't it?

Just between you and me.

Have

you

got a minute, both of you?

Now, our imposter, he first appears
here.

The next, here.

And that's that.

Before, between times and after,
nothing.

So what are you saying? He lives close
to the incident, eh?

Well, I've checked the names of everyone
that lives within ten minutes' bike

time of the incidents, and there's no
link to me of any kind.

Well, no link with our most promising
lead, either.

Our ex -police bike was bought in
auction at Leeds. We checked out the

of the new owner who left ten years ago.

Where was that?

Rochester, Kent.

What was his name?

They're Mr. B.

Taplow. Ring any bells off?

Taplow? Hmm.

P .C. Charlie Taplow.

He was assigned here nearly 20 years
ago.

We had a terrible drink problem.

I had to warn him time after time.

I covered up for him once.

Until he heard someone driving while
drunk.

Well, what happened?

Well, I was assigned to the accident.

And Charlie, he asked me to hush it up
again.

Anyway, he was dismissed the force.

He blamed me for it, of course.

Well, 20 years ago, Alf.

The bloke we're looking for, he's young.

About 30.

Oh, no, it wouldn't have been Charlie.
Anyway, he moved to the south and he was

dead within five years.

Where'd they move to?

Rochester Kent.

What?

And he had a son called Brian.

Pete Sacklow.

Mr.

Brydon.

Boy, Brydon.

You won't know my name, but you'll be
interested in what I have to say,

nonetheless.

Well, just a little chat about racing
ferrets and a certain Mr. George

Segoe.

Started breathing properly this morning.

Just like that.

Out of nowhere.

I thought he was going to die, Maggie.

We came to see Julie.

Julie's fine.

The baby's out of danger.

That's wonderful news.

I didn't think he was going to make it.

Poor little thing.

Struggled so hard to leave.

I'm sorry.

It just means too much, David.

I didn't want to talk about my
pregnancy.

It just reminded me how happy it had
made me.

That was what the education I trusted
was all about.

After he died...

..everything just went out of the
window.

Especially the thought of coping with a
child.

Do you know what really hurts the most?

Never even said goodbye to him.

You can't blame yourself for that,
Maggie.

Oh, but I do.

We had a row and we never made it up.

I just got on that train and left him
standing there.

I keep thinking about what I would
have...

What I should have said.

Then Julie happened.

I see her child struggling.

Fighting for every breath.

Wanting so desperately to live.

It made me think of our baby.

Mine and Neil's.

I want our child so much.

Ashfordly. Report of an attack on a
motorist at the Penn Ork picnic place.

Are you the moron who reported an
attack?

I don't think I like your attitude,
officer.

Listen, any more of it from you and
you're nicked. You got that? I'll have

report you if you keep this up. For a
start, you can give me your name.

Write it down.

P .C.

Ventress.

Really? Really.

That makes two of us.

Hello, Doug.

Ventress? Sarge?

Your experience and local knowledge was
the key factor in getting the result.

It was... an mistake on my part to
exclude you from the case.

My apologies.

Well done.

Humble.

He'll be all right now.

Thanks for letting me come.

Do you know where you'll be living?

Jim has found a place.

Until he goes swanning off to Kathmandu.

He's not going.

We'll be living here.

Live how?

On what?

I don't know.

But we'll manage. We're a family.

I'm sorry, Julie.

For everything.

So am I.

I wish your mother... That so many
things could have been different for us.

But that's how it goes.

You'll take care of yourself and my
grandson.

Dad.

Maybe you'll hear from me.

What are you doing in there?

Right, that's 50 quid in that envelope.

And I want the lot.

And the fast price that comes up in the
bowl.

Oh, aren't you coming in?

No, I can't let Brydon defeat me.

I don't think you're trying out.

There's somebody watching you.

Who? Well, that's for me to know and you
to worry about.

I don't think you don't trust me.

Pretty impressive, isn't it?

Right, look, David, you better get over
there and get signed in, all right?

Where are you going?

I'm going to put George's money on.

What about Albert?

I've got to get George's money on first,
otherwise we won't collect. He's got

somebody watching me and I don't know
who it is.

I'll take a chance on getting our money
on. I'll have to have Briden's back to

us for it. Just make sure you're signed
in, all right? OK.

Mr Greengrass and Bonnie.

Fill in the form, please, sir.

Ladies and gentlemen, next, the main
event of the evening.

The Boy Brydon World All -Comers
Challenge.

A purse of 50 guineas at stake here.

Generously put up by no less a person
than Mr. Brydon himself.

Boy Brydon.

You did query them and signed her in.
Oh, no. Great.

Hey, did you get our money on? No, I got
all George's on, though, but they wiped

it straight off the board.

I'll go and see if they've chalked it up
again.

I'll get Bobby ready, then.

Right.

Hey, what's happened?

I thought this might go on.

She's fast asleep, isn't she? She's been
gutted.

That bride and so bent he couldn't lie
straight in bed.

You'd better swap her over with Clyde.

You're not in the race, Clyde, are you?
Just do it, will you, David?

I've got to see a man about a bet.

You're not going to put our money on
Clyde.

I can't believe this has happened.

Well, playing at being coppers is a
dangerous game.

He got it off his father, Gina.

Yeah, but he didn't have to get himself
arrested for it.

Still don't even know what his real name
is.

Brian.

Brian Tapler.

Booker's his middle name.

Well, did he say what started it off?

I'd just been close to Ashfordly,
knowing that Alf was still here.

He couldn't resist getting his own back.

Is it me or are you jealous?

What?

That you always seem to end up arresting
my fella.

Now then, ladies and gentlemen, in the
yellow channel, Mr Mulvey with Silver

Goat. In the blue channel, Mr Brydon
with Lightfoot.

In the red channel, Mr Bluett with
Tartan Leader.

In the green channel, Mr Greengrass with
Bunny.

Handlers, are you ready?

You'd better get your racing machine a
new engine.

What happened?

I'll tell you what happened. Your famous
Bonnie trailed in last.

Bonnie? Last?

Yeah. Go and ask whoever it was you had
watching me. If you don't believe me,

he'll tell you.

I mean, it's one thing to do it in
practice, another thing to do it in a

competition, isn't it? Never took that
into consideration, did you? Yeah.

And I got every penny of your bet on.
Here's your receipt.

Thank you for wasting my time and your
money.

Come on.

as your share of the winnings.

Eh?

How come we won?

Because I bet the ferret that came
first.

You backbred and ferret. Come and look.

You know what, Mr. Greengrass?

You're brilliant.

Sounds worthy.

Hello, Seagull.

What do you want?

Well, Greengrass's ferret took a beating
tonight, didn't it?

But then again, you and I both know it
wasn't his ferret, was it?

Lady Fortune does indeed move in most
mysterious ways.

And if I never see you again, it'll be
too soon.

Shopkeep.

Mrs. Chalice.

I was only just saying, we're all very
proud of you.

Why? Well, if it hadn't been for you,
that business up at Meadowside, well, it

could have been a real tragedy.

Ah, well, not much gets past me, you
know.

I may be old, but I'm not senile.

I see what I see, and I know what I
know.

I was just telling Mr.

Blaketon.

An opium den in Aidensfield.

Ah,

opium. Do you know how they bring the
stuff in?

Right, well... Ice cream van. Now, would
you believe it?

I'm very clever, but I was onto it
straight away.

It's the sailor, you see. He's behind it
all. Oh, no, he didn't really do it.

He's not the mule.

No, he just did it.

You don't know.

It's in the ice cream cone.

It's in the ice cream cone.

Heartbeat, what do you miss when my baby
kisses me?

What does a love chip say in my memory?